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All characters in this story are mine. I should write some more legal mumbo-jumbo, but as this is my first story, I'll let it slide this time...

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Xemnas

Eden and Abyss

Smoke unfurled from the long whits stick, as the Tiger applied his cigarette lighter to it. As soon as it started to burn, he inhaled the smoke filling up his lungs. He leaned back in the chair and exhaled, blowing it back into the air. He placed the cigarette down in the tray and put his head in his hands. He rubbed his eyes, trying hard to keep himself awake, but to no avail. He looked down at the open letter in front of him. A yellow letter with a clear plastic window. Stamped across the front of this letter was a blood red symbol, 'FINAL NOTICE'.

It wasn't as if he hadn't received bills before, but this was different. He had always managed to pay them off before he had received his final notice. He drained the glass in front of him, wincing as the spirit burnt his throat on the way down. He took the letter out of the envelope for what seemed like the billionth time. He unfolded it, and tried to force the letters to make words, as the scotch impaired his vision.

'Dear MR/S Pride,' the letter began. 'This letter constitutes your final warning. Please remit payment of Thirteen Thousand and Fifty One dollars ($13,051) before the 3rd of next month, or drastic action will have to be taken. Sincerely Ravage Bank'. Stapled behind this brief statement was a series of pages, proof of a few futile attempts to pay the bill off in it's early years. He leered at the paper, before cramming it back into the envelope and throwing it down on the table.

Lewis picked up the cigarette again and inhaled deeply. He flicked the ashes into the tray and wondered how the hell he was going to get out of this one. At twenty-four, Lewis was what some people might call a nobody. He wasn't particularly buff, like most of the Tauri that lived in the city, but he wasn't a stick either. He didn't have a six-pack, but he had done enough physical labour in his life to warrant him a nice set of pecks. He was the normal size that a White Sumatran tiger should be, but compared to people in his neighbourhood like the Tauri, he was a normal nobody.

'Another Scotch!' he yelled to an empty bar. 'Scotch!'

A waiter came out from the kitchen, two plates on his left arm and one in his right. 'Be with you in a minute Sir!' he piped up, zipping away from Lewis to serve the two skunks in the corner booth, leaving Lewis alone with his empty glass.

What really annoyed Lewis was the fact that the Bank was still addressing him as 'MR/S'. He could understand why they were doing it, but he wasn't sure why they continued to do it, even after a dozen calls to the bank explaining his recent situation.

It was a cold night, that night. Snow fell on the ground as Lewis walked home from the Bar, bundled up in his Leather Jacket, Jeans and Boots. A red scarf wrung round his neck in a futile attempt to keep Jack Frost from nipping at his heels. He remembered that night particularly well as he had just finished his final A.A meeting. For closure he had gone into the Bar with his friends Steve and Joey, and had ordered only a Lemon, Lime, Bitters, whilst his friends had downed three beers each. He had won a game of pool against them, then called them a cab, had paid the driver and started the short walk home. He felt like he had just slain a beast that had been bothering him, all of his life.

He stopped by the grocery store, and bought all the ingredients he would need to make his special Lamb Stirfry, and humming a happy tune to himself, trotted merrily home, unaware of the surprise awaiting him in the building he once called his Cul de Sac.

He took out his keys and opened the front door, his head suddenly filled with thoughts of Emma. Ask him at the time, and he would have told you that she was his Queen, and he was her humble jester. Not a free moment went by these days when she wasn't in his head. The Beautiful Roo was everything to him. Her cheeky smile, her witty banter, her Utopia of a Body. Lewis blushed at the thought of her small red lips, her long golden hair, her firm, rounded ass and those amazing perky breasts.

He shifted uncomfortably on the spot as the elevator he had just entered started it's slow, monotonous climb to floor thirteen of his apartment. He forced his thoughts onto the mechanics of an elevator, and tried to force the sudden bulge in his crotch away.

The elevator buzzed as it reached his floor. He slid the cage open and trotted merrily inside.

'I'm Ho-ome!' he chanted cheerily. He threw his keys onto the bench, and paused suddenly.

Groaning.

Lewis frowned. Could his ears be deceiving him? His apartment was filled with loud, unabashed groaning. He turned his head to the bedroom. Surely not...No...It just couldn't be...

As if in a dream, Lewis seemed to hover over to the door. As if some spirit was willing him to, he reached out and grabbed the handle.

He wished he Hadn't. From that day he wished he had just spent a few more minutes playing pool. Just a few more minutes finding noodles and lamb. He wished that when he got to the door, his key would suddenly not work, and he'd have to spend a few minutes climbing up the drainpipe.

From that day, his entire outlook on the female image had been bizarrely warped.

In his bedroom, he found his Girlfriend, on top of a stallion. Not just any stallion, but his neighbour Greg. His eyes were closed as the Kangaroo on top of him went to work, on his 'manhood'.

'Oh, Fuck!,' she moaned to her self as she slammed herself down on his twelve inches. She slowly rose back up, then quickly forced herself back down. Her breasts bounced wildly every time she hilted herself on him, and every now and then, he would reach up and paw at one of them.

Her hands would wonder too, first of all running her fingers through her hair, or rubbing her erect nipples, before leaning on the horse's chest for support, whilst she passionately fucked him.

'Oh,' she moaned, starting to speed herself up, 'Oh...God!' she was now moving at a constant speed. She didn't have any unnecessary stops. She kept up her rhythm and Greg started to whinny in pure delight. Whatever he was feeling, Lewis was sure it wasn't shame, for this horrible deed he was committing.

Suddenly, Emma arced her neck backwards and bit her lip. She started to move up and down the Stallion's meat with a faster rhythm, and Lewis knew what coming next.

The horse gave one final buck against the Roo, and with a loud Whinny, spurted his seed into Lewis' girlfriend.

If that had been the end of it, Lewis might have stormed into the room, and smacked the horse bastard right in the chops, but unfortunately it wasn't.

Even after the horse had cum, Emma, still continued to move. She slid up, and down the horses pride three times before opening her mouth and screaming, as she came all over the Stallion.

Still looking at the roof, she panted and fell down, still on top of the horse's dick. From within her, his seed, and her cum spilt out onto the bed sheets, staining them. Both of them laid on the bed, panting.

She had cum too. She, having been going steady with Lewis for over seven months, had defiled their perfect relationship by cumming with another man.

Strange, Bizzarre thought's rushed through Lewis' mind. Thought's not even connected with the topic at hand. In his mind he saw an empire, build itself, then crumble. He saw darkness surrounding himself. Cold, Clammy Darkness.

Without realising he had done so, Lewis dropped the bag of Groceries in his arms. With a shatter, a bottle of milk inside the brown paper bag shattered. He turned on his feet and slumped over to the elevator.

The minute the bottle smashed, Emma shot up and gasped.

Lewis' feet were dragging him away from the scene, as if in auto pilot. He didn't hear her calling his name, tears filling her eyes. He didn't hear Greg calling him from the bedroom, with futile gestures of, 'It's not what it looks like!'

Before Lewis knew it, he was alone, in the city YMCA, in a corner with the rest of society's rejects. Outcast from his own Home, Exiled from his once perfect life, Lewis continually brushed tears out of his eyes. Although other people surrounded him, he had never been more alone in his life.

That was three month's ago. Lewis had started drinking again, but not as much as he used to. He got back to his apartment three days after the incident only to find it empty. Emma had taken everything that had ever belonged to him, leaving him their debts, a letter of apology and an empty heart.

Lewis flinched, trying to decipher the feelings still mixed together in his heart from that night. He felt like he was falling. Falling from a very high place, with no way of telling him when he was about to stop.

The waiter dashed back from the table and scuttled behind the bar. He pulled out a bottle of scotch and splashed it into Lewis' glass.

'One Scotch, sir,' he exclaimed. 'Anything else?'

Lewis rummaged around in his pockets and took out twelve dollars. He slammed it down on the counter, and drained the glass. 'Only if you're willing to give it to me for nothing,' he growled. 'That's my last twelve bucks!'

'Feeling a little blue, sir?' the waiter asked, with what Lewis' could immediately tell was rehearsed interest.

'Blue?' he growled. 'Blue? I can't get anymore blue! I'm as blue as a feckin' blueberry. I'd throw myself under a truck this second, if I could only afford a coffin!'

He staggered to his feet and placed the bill in his jacket pocket.

The waiter looked stunned. 'Well,' he began with a look of shock 'It may interest you notice sir, that the city burns all of the corpses they find on the street. Free of Charge!'

Lewis looked at the waiter, then scowled.

Smartass.

He staggered outside. It sure was dark. From across the road, a dark figure emerged from a car, followed by two larger figures.

Lewis started the slow steady march back home. He hoped he could avoid his landlord, as his rent for the last three months was way overdue.

The thought of the amount of money he owed made him feel sick. Then he realised what really made him sick was the Scotch.

Suddenly, Lewis bent over at the knees and retched onto the sidewalk. Perhaps he had had one too many scotches.

In the distance, tyres started screeching. Lewis looked up and saw a black car speeding towards the figure that just got out of a parked car. The figure was now in the middle of the road, looking into the approaching headlights with a look of shock.

Lewis' tiger instincts kicked in. Without a thought for his own safety, his head clouded by four scotches, Lewis leaped out onto the road. The car zoomed relentlessly closer, and closer, the figure it was magnetized too still looking stunned. Lewis reached him just in time. With his sheer strength, Lewis launched at the figure, a look of danger in his eyes. He wrapped his arms around him and with single leap, tackled the figure off of the road and onto the sidewalk, but not before the hood of the car winged his tail. The figures remaining, withdrew pistols from their jackets and started firing wildly at the now disappearing car. Occasionally a small ping was heard, indicating that a bullet's aim was true, but the black automobile screeched around a corner and off into the night.

Lewis' breathed heavily. He had never done anything so reckless in his entire life. His heart was beating wildly at the thought of what he had just done. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. It was all okay now.

Click.

Lewis' eyes snapped open and looked up. Pointed at his head, was a pistol. The raccoon in the trench coat on the end of it, had a furious look in his eyes.

'Get the Fuck, offa him!' was the only thing he said. Lewis wondered what he meant, until the figure underneath him squirmed. He had completely forgotten, the person he had just saved was alive.

With much trepidation, Lewis slowly let go of the trench coated man.

'Up against the Fuckin' wall!' the Raccoon growled. Slowly, without taking his eyes off of the pistol, Lewis got up, his hands exposed as a sign of mercy. He slowly turned around and faced the wall.

From behind him, Lewis felt rough hands grab his right arm, and was forcefully pushed into the wall. His nose hit the wall first, and he felt a spurt of blood trickle from it. Terrified for his life, Lewis' stayed still, not even yelping in pain at his probably broken nose.

Rough hands, felt him up and down. He wondered what they were doing until another hoarse voice stated 'He's Clean.'

Lewis exhaled, but quickly held his breath again as the cold steel of a pistol was pushed against his head.

'You think you can fuckin' tackle the King?' came the raccoon's fierce voice behind him. 'Huh, bitch? You think you can fuckin' touch him? You think you good enough? I should rape, and kill your family, fuckhead!'

'Shanks!' came a third voice. Suddenly the pistol was lowered.

'Are you okay sir?' the Raccoon's demeanour changed so suddenly that Lewis first thought it was a different person.

'I would have thought,' the third voice stated calmly 'That we could have thanked the man who saved my life, a little better.'

'But sir, he physically assaulted you!' the Raccoon stammered.

'Only to save me.'

There was silence. Then suddenly the hand that held onto Lewis' arm, let go.

Lewis fell to his knees, clutching his nose.

'Ow,' he groaned.

'Are you alright, son?'

Lewis groaned to himself. An awkward silence ensued. Then, 'Hurrgggh!'

Lewis spilled the contents of his stomach onto the floor, before passing out. Four partially digested scotches splattered the ground like an abstract painting.

'Get an Ambulance!' a voice cried, before Lewis fell face first into the puddle of sick he had just deposited onto the ground.

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Darkness. Was this a dream? Surrounded by nothing but pure Darkness. Lewis could see himself, yet nothing pierced the space around him, but pitch black darkness. He was confused. Where was he?

He extended a paw. He could see it perfectly. Was he dead? Was he in heaven? Or could this be hell?

He took a step forward. Nothing bad happened to him, so he took another step. Then another. He started to run, but realising he had no direction in which to run, abruptly stopped. He tried to call out to someone, but his voice stuck in his throat. Lewis frowned.

Suddenly from the darkness, a blinding light shattered the infinite darkness around him. Lewis squinted, trying to see what it was. He reached out, and was surprised to find he could touch it. He pulled it towards him, but the minute he did, the light went out. He was surrounded by darkness again.

He looked at the thing in his paw.

A Photograph.

A picture of Him and Emma, at a beach. Lewis wearing his green beach trunks, Emma, a black bikini and thong. They were both laughing at something. He could remember this day. It was one of the few times they had been able to get off of work to go to the beach. He had paid a guy to take the shot. He tried to think. What were they laughing about? He couldn't remember.

What was it?

Suddenly, the corner of the picture caught fire. Shocked, Lewis tried to blow out the flames, but they just seemed to fuel the blaze. He dropped it, and in shock saw the picture twist and burn in the flames. Soon the fire extinguished, only to leave a pile of ashes, as dark as the nothingness surrounding it.

Lewis dropped his arms. What was going on?

Suddenly he felt strange. Good, but strange. He looked down at himself and was shocked to see he'd gone hard. Rock hard. Then he realised with further shock, that he wasn't wearing pants. He was before.

Slowly, out of the darkness, a figure appeared at his crotch. At first it was too shady to make out, but surely enough, it slowly turned itself into a feline shape. Lewis could only stand and stare in shock. The creature was gently licking his cock, whilst very tenderly fondling his balls.

'Maybe this is Heaven', was his final thought before he regained consciousness.

Lewis slowly opened his eyes. The world before him grew gradually into focus. He was in a magnificently appointed room. The walls were wooden. Not a cheap 'Log Cabin' wooden, but more of a rich Mahogany sort of wood. As far as he could tell he was lying on a couch in the centre of a room. On the other side of the room was the biggest television he had ever seen in his life. It spanned nearly the entire wall.

Lewis frowned as slowly, the events of the night before rushed back into his mind. However he could only remember sketchy details. A glass of Scotch. A car. A gun. What could all of these things have in common? Then, the details started to rush back to him.

The last thing he remembered was that a gun was pointed at his head.

He closed his eyes and tried to remember the dream he had just had, but unfortunately, his memory was just too sketchy to remember it all. He did remember that something was blowing him, though.

He grinned to himself. He had the craziest dreams.

A sucking sound made his eyes widen in astonishment. His eyes zipped around the room and landed on the person at his knees.

A yellow cat. She had dark jet-black hair that came down to her neck, around which was an exquisite gold necklace. It was hard to tell from his vantage point, but it looked like she was wearing a maid's uniform. On top of her head was a lace cap, and the dress only came down to her knees. She was very well built, slim in the stomach, but fairly busty. However her appearance in the room was not nearly as surprising as what she was doing to Lewis.

As it turned out, not all of the dream had been a dream. It had been this beauty who had been sucking him off. Around Lewis' ankles was his pants, and his shirt had been lifted up to his belly button. Over the back of the couch, was hanging his jacket and judging by the way he could wiggle his toes, his boots had been removed. Next to the couch was a coffee table, under which he could see the top of his boots. On top of the table was a sponge and a bowl filled with what appeared to be water.

The cat continued about her business. Her eyes were closed, and it hadn't seemed she'd noticed her 'patient' was awake yet. It seemed that she was gifted at this particular act. Her tongue would stroke his pride from base to tip, and when she had had enough of that, she would take the tip into her mouth. Her tongue would lash at the tip for about twenty seconds, after which she would take as much of him into her mouth as she could. After doing this for about twenty seconds she would start the procedure again, all the while her hands busy at work. Her right would pump his meat up and down continuously, her left massaging his balls.

Lewis closed his eyes for a minute. This had to be a dream. Why had this gorgeous beauty started sucking him? He was quite sure he didn't know her. Her touch was so gentle, but she obviously knew what she was doing.

Lewis kept his thoughts to himself. He'd wake up in a minute and find this was all a dream.

Her tongue was incredible. It moved expertly in her mouth, seeming to know where all of Lewis' hot spots were. She moaned to her self as Lewis started to leak precum. She grinned to herself as she tasted his salty manhood. She took her mouth off his cock and brushed some of her hair out of her eyes. The hand fondling his balls stopped. Lewis raised his head a little and saw what had happened to it. It had lost interest in his balls and had vanished up under her dress...

This wasn't a dream. Lewis propped himself up with his elbows. The cat's eyes widened in horror as she realised her patient was awake. She jumped up, her beautiful orange face, now a vivid red. She was puffing and panting, and looking down at Lewis in stark fear.

Before Lewis could say a word, she had turned tail and ran, back through the door, her long curtain of hair dancing as she did so.

'Wait,' cried Lewis, but she was already gone.

Lewis needed a moment to collect his thoughts. Here had been this gorgeous beauty, sucking him off. He didn't know her, hadn't seen her before, yet nonetheless, doing things to him that he was even to shy to let Emma do.

He was about to get up, when the door opened a crack. In walked a tall lanky Lizard, a Komodo Dragon, if Lewis was much mistaken. He was reading a chart that he had clipped to a board. As he walked in he glanced at Lewis and smiled.

'Oh, good you're awake,' he exclaimed in a rich British accent.

He walked around to the front of the couch.

'I hope you've found everything comfortable, Mr. King asked me to...' he stopped. He stared down at Lewis. He scanned the tiger up and down, before looking into Lewis' face and raising an eyebrow.

Lewis looked back at the Lizard, then down at his body and was mortified to still find his pants at his ankles and a still red-hot roaring horn.

'Oh!' he exclaimed blushing a vivid red. He bolted down to his underwear and pulled them up.

The lizard lowered his eyebrow and chuckled. 'It's Okay,' he said, going to sit at a desk in the far corner. 'I'm a doctor you know. These things are...'

''The Maid!' Lewis Interjected. 'I was...And she was...And there was...'

The doctor stopped in his paces.

'The Maid?' he began, looking slightly puzzled. 'Oh, you mean Kat!'. He rubbed his chin, still frowning. 'That's strange, I told her to give you a sponge bath.' He chuckled 'Must have got carried away!'

He placed the clipboard on the desk and dragged his gas lift chair back to the couch.

'Though that raises more questions,' he puzzled. 'I'd usually expect that sort of behaviour from Linus or Demi. Not Kat. She's always been the shy one...'

Lewis sat, his head reeling from the experience.

The doctor reached Lewis and sat down on his chair.

'I suppose you're wondering where you are,' he began. To tell you truth Lewis wasn't. He was more interested as to why a gorgeous wonder had just had her mouth around his dick!

'You are in the home of Mr. Lucius King.' The Dragon continued. Lewis looked perplexed. He had never heard of anyone by that name. The dragon had taken Lewis', tail, which for some reason he couldn't remember was wrapped in a bandage, and was examining it.

'He has graciously offered to allow you to recuperate from your little spell in his humble abode, whilst I look after you.' He placed Lewis' tail back on the couch and extended a hand. 'My name is Doctor Kraken'

Lewis still stunned, extended his hand. 'Um,' he began. 'Nice to meet you.'

The two shook hands for what seemed like an age. A knock at the door broke the handshake. From behind the door emerged a Jack Russel, his blue eyes scanned the area, then fell upon the lying Tiger.

'Ahh, good.' He said in a somewhat familiar voice. 'You're awake!' he let himself into the room. It was easy to see this man was no slouch. He was wearing a velvet smoking jacket, had a pipe in his hand and glasses perched on the end of his nose. He was wearing a set of trousers that would probably cost more than Lewis' entire outfit and purple slippers. Were it not for the difference in species, Lewis would have mistaken this man for the Bull owner of Playstud Magazine, Hugh Heffer.

'Ahh,' the doctor exclaimed standing up. 'Mr. King, we were just talking about you.'

Lewis looked in shock. At this man. Mr. King frowned. 'You Don't remember me?'

Lewis continued his look of astonishment and shook his head.

The Dog chuckled. 'Well I remember you. Were it not for you, last night, I would have died. You jumped in front of that car and pushed me out of the way. Were it not for you, I would be roadkill.'

A look of recognition dawned on Lewis' face. He had not seen the man he had saved, but he had heard his voice.

'I-It's a pleasure to meet you sir.' Lewis stuttered.

'Speaking of which,' the Dog began. He put his pipe in his mouth and rummaged through his smoking jacket. 'I took to the liberty of getting rid of your unwanted baggage.' From inside his jacket he pulled two letters. The first letter Lewis recognised as the overdue notice. The second was completely unfamiliar to him.

The dog threw the overdue notice down on the table, but held onto the new one. 'I'll read this to you, shall I?' he began. 'It'll give you a chance to get dressed.'

Lewis paused. He then nodded, still frowning at the Dog, but nonetheless, rached for his boots, taking the sock out of the left one and slipping it onto his foot. The dog opened the envelope and withdrew the letter. He cleared his throat and began reading.

'Dear MR/S Pride,' he recited, reading through the glasses on his nose. 'We thank you remitting the full payment owed to us by yourself/ves on time. We thank you for dealing with us in a kind and courteous manner, and hope that you shall stay with us at Ravage bank. Sincerely yours, the Manager of Ravage Bank, yadayadayada'.

The dog folded the letter back up and placed it on the table. He looked at Lewis and chuckled. Lewis' mouth had fallen wide open.

'Full...' he stuttered. 'P-payment?'

The Russel grinned and Nodded.

'But How?' Lewis asked exasperatedly.

'Consider it a little thank you from me,' the Dog chuckled. He extended a hand.

'Lucius Jean Claude Johnston King'

Lewis took the dog's hand.

'Um,' he began, still stunned and confused by the events just passed.

'No need for an introduction!' the dog piped up. He reached into his smoking jacket and withdrew a piece of paper. He unfolded it and read. 'Mr. Lewis Pride, of Apartment 13 Fellatio View Heights.' He got up and paced the room. 'Born on the 8th of Novemeber 1985, Blood Type AB Negative, Organ Donor, currently unemployed.'

He folded up the paper and placed it back in his jacket.

'I had my friend in the police force run your drivers license. From that I got your birth certificate.'

Lewis shook his head violently. What in fuck's name was going on?

'You seem confused?' Lucius asked taking a lighter out of his pocket and applying it to his pipe.

'I will try to answer your questions, if I can.'

Lewis shook his head again. 'Where am I?'

The dog smiled. 'You are in my humble abode,' he began. It seemed Mr. King had a knack for the theatrical. 'I brought you here after, forsaking your own life and limb, you pushed me out of the way of that speeding car. In that short time, I had Dr. Kraken tend to your wounds and give you a complete physical to boot!'

The Komodo dragon blushed. 'You didn't feel a thing' he chuckled.

'I also,' the dog continued, 'Paid all of your overdue money problems from my own pocket in an attempt to thank you for saving my life.'

'Er,' began Lewis, still stunned, even though the pieces were now filling in. 'Thanks. How much do I owe you?'

'Nothing! Nothing!,' interjected the Mr. King. 'Twenty Thousand Dollars is a mere trifle!'

'Lewis slipped on his boots, frowning. 'Um, I can't take advantage of you sir, I would really...'

'Shush!' snapped Mr. King. 'In my own opinion my life is worth more than Twenty Thousand Dollars! You would be insulting me if you declined my offer!'

Lewis was taken aback. He hadn't expected the Jack Russel to act so abruptly.

'Sorry,' mumbled Mr. King. 'I get a little excited in these situations. As I was saying, I tried to pay off my debt to you with money, only to realise that wasn't enough! I had to go further. Then I read you're your details, and it all clicked into place!'

The dog sat down on the other end of the couch. The smell of tobacco drifted through the room, as this highly eccentric hound bounced up and down on his heels in anticipation.

'You're unemployed!,' beamed Mr. King.

'Er, Yeah...' stammered Lewis.

'That's perfect!' cried Mr. King, practically bursting with enthusiasm. 'I'm in need of a bartender for my club!'

'You have a club?' blurted Lewis with a highly quizzical look on his face. This guy seemed eccentric enough to own a club, but he thought club owners needed to be intimidating. Mr. Lucius King was anything but.

'Indeed I do M'boy!' cried Mr. King cheerily.

'The most popular club in the City!' chirped Dr. Kraken.

Lewis frowned. He could grasp the concept that this man wanted to thank him, but why did he want to give him a job? Surely he had done enough by paying back his debts.

'Th-Thank you,' stuttered Lewis. 'That's really nice of you, but I can't make drinks. My girlfriend used to make everything for us. I couldn't even make toast...'

'Pish Tosh!' the Dog interjected. 'It's easy! Give it a couple of days, and you'll see. You'll be the finest bartender this side of Metropolis!'

Lewis looked at his feet. This was a real heavy load.

'Shall we take a drive?' smiled Mr. King.

As Mr. King's bullet proof Limousine zipped through the streets, Lewis could only blink in astonishment. It was hard to believe that only half an hour ago, he had been in the most erotic encounter of his life, with someone he didn't even know. Now he was being zipped off to locations unknown. In the car with the two, was a large, trench-coated Rottweiler, his arms folded in impatience.

'Martini?' Mr. King offered, passing a glass to Lewis.

'Er,' Lewis said, taking the glass. 'Thanks.'

Mr. King sipped his own Martini, and ate an olive off of the skewer in the drink.

'This is Knuckles,' he indicated to the Rottie. He swallowed the olive and continued. 'He was with us on the night that you saved my life.'

Knuckles extended a paw. 'Pleasure,' he stated in a thick Russian accent.

Lewis shook his paw.

'Er,' he began 'Wasn't there another one of you? A Racoon?'

The barrier to the drivers compartment buzzed to life, sliding it downward.

'Here, Bitch!' came a rough voice from the drivers seat.

'Mr. Shanks,' Mr. King interjected roughly. 'You already know.'

Lewis thought hard about that night. He remembered the Racoon had broken his nose. He touched the end of it and jumped, pain searing through his face.

'The Doctor says, your nose is just bruised, it's not actually broken,' stated Mr. King. 'Just Keep your nose, off it's feet for a while!' he chuckled, laughing at his own joke. Knuckles remained deadly silent.

Lewis sipped his martini and looked out the window.

'What do you know about this city?' quizzed Mr. King, staring out the window too.

Lewis looked at the dog and frowned. 'Sir?'

'What do you know about this city's history?'

'Umm...'

'Did you know, that this entire city first started as a Brothel in the early sixteen hundreds?'

'Um, No. I didn't'

'Well, it's true. Some people will try to tell you that it started out as a market, but they either don't want to know the truth, or don't want the truth known. It was a whorehouse. A bordello. It was just a simple building, in which men would pay to have carnal relations with loose women. After a while, people ran out of money to spend at the brothel, so they set up the marketplace, to bring in more money to divulge on Women of Virtues Devious. In the end, houses built around the marketplace, business was attracted, which brought in economy, which brought in crime. The old Bordello was forgotten. The whores, cleaned up their act and became women of value to society.'

Mr. King gazed out of the window.

'The motto of the city is 'Honour and Purity above all else'. I find it particularly ironic that this 'honourable' city started off as the most disgraceful business on Earth.'

He drained his Martini.

'Although I find the story of the city sickening, it does have a moral, Lewis. Sex Sells. People love sex, and as such, people capitalise off of it, and make themselves very rich.'

The car slowed to a halt.

'We have arrived, Mr. King.' Purred the Shanks from the front, and he turned off the engine.

Mr. King got out of the car, and Lewis followed suit. They were standing out the front of a tall building, at least ten storeys high. Lewis craned his neck, trying to see the top but the clouds in the sky were moving, so he started to feel dizzy instead.

'Welcome, Lewis,' Mr. King said dramatically. 'To Eden and Abyss.'

Lewis had never heard of this place. He had never seen this building before in his life. How could a sky scraper be a club? It was baffling.

Lewis followed Mr. King and Knuckles into the building. As the doors zipped open, Lewis frowned. The décor needed much improvement. It was an empty room. No way in hell, was this place a club. It was simply a grey, dull, concrete room. At the end, of the room was an elevator door, flanked by an impressively large bear. He had his arms folded, his muscles bulging in every which direction. He wore sunglasses, and seemed to pay no attention to the three people who had just entered the room.

Mr King approached the bear, followed by Lewis and Knuckles. The bear looked at Mr. King and nodded.

'Thank You, Sunny,' Mr. King smiled.

'My, Pleasure, Boss,' the bear grinned back, and went back to his staring at nothingness.

'Mr Rath, here is the security.' Said Mr. King as he pushed the button next to the doors. 'He's been with me ever since this club began!'

Lewis scowled. Obviously this 'security' wasn't doing a very good job. Everything in the room was gone!

Ping!

The elevator doors slid open, and the three furries entered the platform. The door slid shut again, and everything went quiet.

'You will realise,' Mr. King boomed in the confined space, making Lewis jump, 'That although this building has many floors, this elevator only has two buttons.'

Lewis looked. It was true. Two triangles. One pointing up, the other pointing down.

Mr. King pushed the up button, and the elevator was on it's way.

'When I first started this club, I realised that everyone has different tastes. What some people may like, other's will hate.' Mr. King stated matter-of-factly. 'It led to a dilemma. I had to cater to everyone's tastes, and unfortunately, one club just couldn't do that. So I decided that maybe two clubs could do this task. It turns out I was right.'

He withdrew a handkerchief from his pocket and mopped his brow.

'The 'up' button in this elevator will take you to the first club I created. Eden, is located on the top floor of this building. I can't describe it to you, you need to see Eden for yourself!'

The doors slid open, and Lewis gasped. The inside of the room was magnificent. There were table arranged everywhere over the floor. Each table had a stark white sheet draped over the top, on top of which was a solitary candle, burning gently. The floors were a magnificent sky blue carpet, on which two beautiful white foxes stood. They were both wearing wings. They both had blond hair. The only thing either of them wore was a one piece bathing suit, the type that revealed the belly. They both had glitter on their faces and a very, very light shade of lipstick.

'Mr. King,' the one on the left murred very sultry. 'It's good to see you again.'

'As it is, you Cassandra!' beamed Mr. King. 'I was wondering if you could prepare a locker for my Friend here,' he indicated Lewis. 'He's going to be the new bartender.'

'Bliss,' she sexily said. She bowed slightly and glided off into a side room near the entrance. Lewis nearly started drooling. With ever step she took, her breasts and ass jiggled ever so slightly.

'Come,' stated Mr. King. Lewis jerked back into reality, by shaking his head, and jogged after Mr. King.

Everything seemed so peaceful here. In the background, from an unknown source, serene music played. Other beauteous animals, wearing similar outfits hovered on the dance floor. The roof, and the walls were probably what sold it for Lewis. The walls didn't have any corners, rather curves where the sharp corners should have been. The roof was about fifteen feet from the floor, and whoever had painted it had painted it so the light blue walls seemed to mix with the stark white ceiling. In the centre of the room was a darkwood dance floor, but the best part about the room was yet to come. Lewis nearly jumped in surprise. At first he thought that someone had painted butterflies to the walls and furniture, but as it turned out, they were actually, REAL butterflies.

'They are fed from a container hidden in the ceiling,' Knuckles whispered to Lewis. 'The container is painted like the ceiling, so we can't see it, but it is there!'

'What happens when the Butterflies die?' Lewis whispered back.

'We get more Butterflies.'

Lewis had to stop and stare. This was truly amazing. So peaceful.

He realised that Mr. King, Knuckles and he were out of place. They wore dark clothes, but the people wore supreme white.

'The hard part about the butterflies,' Mr. King stated, still marching towards the bar, 'Was that in the beginning they eventually started mating when we weren't here during the day. We don't like finding our table sheets being eaten away by caterpillars, and neither does it seem, did our guests.'

'How did, you fix it?' asked Lewis, still staring at the ceiling.

'Quite simple really,' said Mr. King. 'We now only buy female butterflies!'

The three of them reached the bar. Mr. King reached behind the bar and withdrew a crystal glass and a teaspoon. He tapped the glass, and everyone in the room stopped chatting and turned their attention to him.

'Every one,' he grinned in a loud voice, 'I want you to meet Lewis.' He indicated Lewis with his hand. 'He's going to be the new Bartender!'

Everyone assembled (About 50 in all) chorused the word 'Bliss' before breaking into applause.

To Be Continued...